She thinks the same as I do about it." His stubby forefinger travelled slowly round the coast-line until, coming to the extreme south-west corner, it stopped, and a mischievous smile creased his beard.
"It's buried here," he observed.

"All you've got to do is to find the island and dig in that spot." Mr.Chalk laughed and shook his head as at a choice piece of waggishness.
"Suppose," said Mr.Tredgold, slowly--"suppose anybody found it without your connivance, would you take your share ?" "Let'em find it first," said the captain.
"Yes, but would you ?" inquired Mr.Chalk.
Captain Bowers took up the map and returned it to its place in the bureau.

"You go and find it," he said, with a genial smile.
"You give us permission ?" demanded Tredgold.
"Certainly," grinned the captain.

"I give you permission to go and dig over all the islands in the Pacific; there's a goodish number of them, and it's a fairly common shape." "It seems to me it's nobody's property," said Tredgold, slowly.

"That is to say, it's anybody's that finds it.